Sin Is Crouching at the Door

It sticks and clings; 

     It lures and stings.

I hate it and love it;

     I grab it then shove it

Like Gollum’s dear “Precious”

     It’s precious to me.

Oh how I hate it; 

     “please come back to me!”

I’ve shut the door and turned it away, 

     Only to welcome it back the next day.

Who will deliver me from this strong sin?

     Only Christ Jesus can change me within.

And if I persist in ignoring His help,

      If I give in to the sin’s constant yelp

I know He looks softly into my wild eyes,

     And promises freedom in eternity’s skies.